Ni Yangzhou flew high up and followed closely. Xiao Guizi was about to perform a great ceremony when they met, but the prince simply lifted him up with his arm, and the two of them hurried into the compartment in the side hall.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the layout and skillfully lay on top of the screen.

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened. That person... is still alive!"

Xiao Guizi went straight to the point without beating around the bush, and the first thing she said startled Crown Prince Liu Zi'an.

"I saw it clearly. A few days ago, the Second Prince wanted to listen to someone reading. He happened to hear a voice passing by and called him over. He was wearing a Taoist boy's clothes. When I saw him, I found that he looked 80% similar to the one before, especially those phoenix eyes!"

The prince was just standing there at first, but after Xiao Guizi finished speaking, he took a few steps back in a cold sweat and sat down on the pear wood chair all of a sudden, exhausted.

"The Second Prince later said that he had seen this person in the palace before and had tried medicine on him. He must have been a medicine boy brought in from outside the palace, and was later taken away by Master Cheng Wang."

"Impossible!" The prince suddenly denied, "There are many similar people in the world, or maybe you are dazzled!"

Xiao Guizi fell to her knees on the ground:

"It is so similar that I looked at it carefully for a long time. I am afraid of arousing suspicion, so I dare to report it to you in person today.

If you dare to lie to me, Your Highness will drag me out to feed the dogs!"

The prince looked a little dazed.

My memory seems to have returned to that afternoon ten years ago.

In the palace, servants were running around in chaos, fireworks were burning people, and black smoke was rising.

He was just a teenager at that time. He stood on tiptoe and carried the baby out with one hand. He was worried about handing the baby to others, so he fed the baby poison himself and covered the baby's mouth and nose until there was no sound.

The strange smell of the baby mixed with blood and the wet, soft and slippery touch have been his indelible nightmare for many years.

At that time, he just wanted to be on the safe side, so he put the dead little body into a water tank and submerged it overnight.

How is it possible to still be alive?

how is this possible.

The prince felt his chest tightening and his fingers clenched the handles of the chair tightly.

"I have to go and see for myself."

"Xiao Guizi."

"The slave is here."

"Where is that person now?"

Xiao Guizi shuddered and crouched low: "As I said in the secret letter to Your Highness, I didn't succeed once, so I dare not act rashly again. At that time, the man was rescued by Master Cheng Wang and was directly protected. No one in the Daoguan has seen him since then. I don't know where he is going."

The prince tightened his grip again and again, and finally let out a breath of foul air.

"Go down first, and don't show any clues."

Xiao Guizi responded, kowtowed and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

The prince sat in a chair, his face pale.

"Don't let the Second Prince touch on this matter again."

"Slave, please keep this in mind."

There was no other sound in the room. Ni Yangzhou watched the prince stay in the bedroom for a long time, and then he walked out of the bedroom pretending to be calm.

There was nothing else to observe. Ni Yangzhou calmed down and banged against a wall.

The next second, Ni Yangzhou sat back on his bed.

Ni Yangzhou was about to get up while stroking his dizzy head when he heard a knock on the door:

"Brother, can I come in?"

The sun was setting outside and the light was dim. The young man's shadow was cast on the window paper, making his figure appear much taller.

Ni Yangzhou rubbed his brows:

"Enter."

The boy pushed the door open and walked in.

"Brother, this is the article I wrote today. Mr. Zhang said it needs to be revised. I..."

Min Liu held the scroll in his hand and looked at the person on the bed. His clothes were loosely gathered, his hair was slightly messy, and he looked uneasy. It seemed that he did not rest well.

"Is my brother unwell?"

Min Liu took two steps forward anxiously and asked anxiously, "Do you need to take medicine and rest?"

Ni Yangzhou put his hand down, but his brows were still furrowed.

"No problem."

Min Liu wanted to say a few more words, but was afraid that the other party would find him annoying, so he just pursed his lips again.

Just as the young man was hesitating whether to leave first, Ni Yangzhou opened his mouth and said:

"If you want to revise the article, I can't teach you."

Min Liu slightly held her lower lip.

The schedule these days is very full. I have to do physical exercise in the morning, study literature in the afternoon, and go to the small house to memorize the family tree of officials in the evening.

The real person has never shown up. If I hadn't been quick-witted, I would have discovered the real person listening to Mr. Zhang's lecture outside the window once. I would have not seen him for a long time.

Even though they lived very close and there was almost no interference from the Taoist children cleaning the floor, Min Liu had not been able to say a word for several days.

Qingwu was very used to it, saying that this was how real people were. In recent months, he had appeared quite frequently, whereas before he was rarely seen for a few times a year.

Apart from traveling and collecting herbs and handling trivial matters in the palace, or practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism, they are not often seen.

"But if you ask me, the path of cultivation is extremely difficult, and one must be able to endure loneliness."

Qing Wuyan picked up the ink and generously gave half of it to Min Liu who was copying a book.

"Fortunately, we all have no Taoist roots and no qualifications, otherwise if I were asked to meditate and practice, I would be worried to death."

Min Liu looked at the person on the bed and felt that the other person was having a hard time.

However, in fact, Ni Yangzhou has never practiced since he came, and just lives on his old capital. Fortunately, the old capital is enough to support him.

Sometimes Ni Yangzhou also felt strange. In his memory, the levels of the masters in various Taoist temples were very average, but the original owner had extraordinary qualifications. In this small world, on the current timeline, he could perhaps be considered one of the top few in Taoism.

In a dynasty where mortals and monks lived together and Taoist temples flourished but lacked spiritual energy, it was unexpected that a Taoist priest named Yuanjia who ascended to heaven on the spot appeared.

Perhaps this is the unreasonableness of novels with bad endings.

Now that I'm here, I can't think too much. This identity has given me enough convenience, and Ni Yangzhou cherishes it very much.

He rubbed his head, eyes and shoulders. It was purely the aftereffects of the experience card. He immersed himself in the life and death of a fly for a while. Although he was fine physically, he was still a little slow to recover mentally.

"Xiao Liu." Ni Yangzhou stopped rubbing his hands and put his hands on the bedside railing.

“Writing cannot be taught, but Taoism can be taught.”

When Min Liu heard this, he couldn't help but raise his head, with an unconcealable look of surprise on his face.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the boy:

"It depends on whether you are willing to learn."

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